By Tamar Myers
Pickled...Then Potted All that continues to be of Lula Mae Wiggins-who drowned in a bath of inexpensive champagne on New Year's Eve-now sits in an alleged Etruscan urn in Savannah, Georgia. extra north, on the Den of Antiquity vintage store in Charlotte, North Carolina, plucky owner Abigail Timberlake is astonished to profit that she is the only inheitor of the Wiggins property. past due Aunt Lula Mae was once, in the end, as far away a relative as relatives can get. Arriving in picturesque Savannah, Abby makes a few startling discoveries. First, that Lula Mae's ultimate resting pot is extra American reasonable than Italian old. And moment, that there has been a truly beneficial 1793 one-cent piece taped to the interior lid. possibly a coin assortment worthy thousands is hidden one of the deceased's worldly possessions-making Lula's passoing extra suspicious than orginally surmised. With the unusual visual appeal of a voodoo preistess coupled with the irritating disappearance of a enjoyed one-and with nasty relations skeletons tumbling from the bushes like acorns-Abby must locate her penny auntie's killer p.d.q...or she'll be as much as her ashes in deep trouble!
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